ログインGracia's POV
Two months had passed since Sera and I became… something.
I still didn't know what to call it. We spent every day together. She insisted on staying with me, holding my hand, talking for hours. When Eve found out about us, she burst into tears—happy tears—and hugged me so tightly I thought my ribs might crack.
"Take care of her," she whispered. "She's my sister. And she loves you more than anything."
I didn't know how to
Gracia's POV"My apologies. May I know your name?" I asked.He extended his hand. "I should have introduced myself earlier. I'm Hubert Ahrem. Alpha of the West. The Sunstone Dominion."The Alpha of the West.My legs gave out.I dropped to my knees immediately, my head bowed so low my forehead nearly touched the ground. My heart was pounding so loudly I could barely hear my own thoughts."I'm sorry," I stammered, the words tumbling out in a rush. "I didn't know… I didn't realize… I apologize for any disrespect…"He laughed—a warm, genuine sound—and pulled me to my feet, patting me on the back with surprising gentleness."Calm down, boy. You saved my life. You don't need to apologize for anything."I straightened slowly, my mind still reeling. I've been talking to an Alpha this entire time. A powerful Alpha. The Alpha of the West.No wonder he was so strong. No wonder h
Gracia's POVI didn’t stop to think. There wasn’t a moment for hesitation, for weighing the risks or contemplating the peril surrounding me. I just took off running.The second bear came barreling toward the man from behind, its massive form a blur of fur and power. He was blissfully unaware, still catching his breath from the first encounter, his back turned towards the savage beast.He’s going to die if I don’t intervene.Without a second thought, I threw myself between them.My shoulder collided with the bear’s chest, the impact akin to hitting a solid brick wall. I felt the claws slice through my skin, tearing at my shoulder like heated knives. Pain shot through me. I hit the ground hard, the air knocked from my lungs.I had never fought anyone before. Sure, I’d endured beatings, taken my share of hits, and survived all sorts of abuse, but I had never fought back.‘What am I
Gracia's POVThe biting cold seeped through my clothes, but strangely, I didn't really feel it.I pressed myself against the wall just outside the window, tucked away in the shadows of the corner. Peering through the glass, I could see them vividly—Sera and her father, standing in the center of the room. Orin was pacing back and forth, his face flushed with anger, fists clenched so tightly at his sides that his knuckles turned white.I felt paralyzed. I couldn’t bring myself to move, and breathing felt almost futile. All I could do was listen."You won’t marry any filthy bastard!"His words landed on me like a physical blow, sending my heart plummeting into my stomach.“Father!” Sera's voice came through, desperate and pleading."I don’t care about any of that! You will marry into royalty, a better man, and secure a better future for yourself!""Never! I’d rather die than
Gracia's POVTwo months had passed since Sera and I became… something.I still didn't know what to call it. We spent every day together. She insisted on staying with me, holding my hand, talking for hours. When Eve found out about us, she burst into tears—happy tears—and hugged me so tightly I thought my ribs might crack."Take care of her," she whispered. "She's my sister. And she loves you more than anything."I didn't know how to take care of anyone. I had never been responsible for anyone's happiness. But I nodded anyway. Because I would try. For Sera, I would try.Now, when she wasn't around, I felt empty. My heart ached. My wolf acted strange—wild and restless, always searching for her. And when she was with me, everything went calm. Peaceful. Like the world finally made sense.I didn't know if I loved her yet. But there was something there. Something growing. Something I had never felt before.
Gracia's POV"Sera…""Take it back!"I stared at her. She was shaking, her eyes wild with emotion. I had never seen her like this before. I had been beaten so many times in my life—by my father, by Castor, by countless others. But her single slap hurt more than any beating I had ever endured.*Why? Why does her pain matter more than mine?*"Sera, I…""Please," she whispered, her voice breaking. "Please just take it back."I couldn't speak.She stepped closer, her hand still shaking. "You say you have nothing to give? You gave me your trust. You gave me your honesty. You gave me the privilege of knowing who you truly are. That's not nothing."Her words hit me like a physical blow. I had spent my entire life being told I was worthless. And now this woman—this beautiful, kind woman—was telling me I had value.Why? What does she see something in me that I can't see in myse
Gracia's POV"I love you, Gracia."The words hung in the air like a physical weight. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think. My mind was a storm of confusion and disbelief.She loves me. Sera loves me.Not like. Not attraction. Love. The kind of love I felt for Ivy. The kind of love that consumes you, that makes you want to give everything to someone else.I never saw it. All those moments—the lingering touches, the way she looked at me, the way she always found excuses to stay—I thought it was just kindness. Just the kindness of a healer who saw a wounded animal and wanted to help.But it wasn't kindness. It was love.And I was too blind to see it.Guilt washed over me like a wave. I had been so wrapped up in my own pain, my own grief, my own self-pity, that I hadn't noticed the woman who was quietly falling in love with me.How could I have been so stupid?I looked at her. She was standin
Rina's POVMaya spots me in the hallway, lost in a painting that makes no sense to me."Rina. We need to talk."I turn around. "Did I mess up? I'm really sorry. Whatever it was, I'll fix it—I promise.""Breathe."I take a breath.Maya
I wake up to sunlight and the smell of something cooking.For a second, I forget where I am. Think I'm back home, in my tiny room, with Dad making breakfast downstairs. Then I see the white walls, the unfamiliar ceiling, the fireplace with cold ash in it.Right. Silvermoon. Damian's house. Not dead
I can't breathe.Caden stands in the middle of Damian's front yard like he owns it, he does owns everything. His dark hair catches the morning light. His ice-blue eyes sweep over the Silvermoon pack members with that look I know too well—the one that says *you're beneath me* without him having to o
I wake up in a bed that's not mine.That's my first thought. Before I open my eyes, before I remember anything—just that the sheets smell different. Like pine and something else. Something clean and sharp.Then everything comes rushing back. The rejection. The run. The rain. The wolves.I sit up so







